The Zartek, by Ragnarot

   This is the history of my people. I am Ragnarot Primaldawn, the current High King of the Zartek, and the last ancient of my people.

   We were not always within the Great Forest of Erath. In fact, in our origin we were never within Erath's cursed grasp. We were a noble people, our sentience unmatched by most species in Merolia. We simply came along like most organisms. When our world; Silverlanian was created from countless asteroids and comets, we were a simple single-celled bacteria. We grew into primal beasts, and eventually we gained sentience, which was the spark to give us dominance over Silverlanian. We progressed in technology through revolutions and civil wars, but in the end, the people of my land managed to conquer all the nineteen landmasses. We continued to progress through a golden age, reaching the technology that allowed us to travel around Merolia in space vessels.

   We grew cocky.

   The Zartek military felt that we needed to expand our dominance across the universe, but alas, it was not a successful voyage. Little had we known, the newly coronated inGod of the creation of living organisms; Life, had created a wonderful planet that was full of pure beauty. We attacked, and nearly destroyed it's beauty to expand our newly found empire. Life did not take kindly to this. She came from her seat in the Dimensional Crossroads and attacked us with all of her might. The countless number of wildlife spawned from her hands overwhelmed us, and we were done for.

   But I had a lifeline.

   I was never the brightest of Zartek. I always delved into the realm of forbidden magic, and it helped me through many situations. I created an orb that was deemed a forbidden artifact by my kind; The Orb of Demonic Infusion. The materials I had found while exploring the universe had magic properties that could even destroy the Tribunal of Discord, provided the host of it's power could handle it. I never used it on myself, but I always tested it on Zartek citizens and made improvements upon my design. Nowadays, I sit with the orb, figuring out ways to draw a nearly atomic level of energy from it in hopes that I can create a godly creature that can handle the power.

   Of course, my lifeline involved not the orb, but other tricks I learned during our golden age. The few Zartek that remained with me in this triumph were perfect for my plan. I generated a field of my own spirit energy and yanked the Zartek inside of it. I used the field as a platform, and a vessel to launch us outside of this world and wherever it could take us. The lack of oxygen as we reached the escape velocity and left the atmosphere left us unconscious.

   We awoke in a strange new world. We had no clue how long it has been, or where we were located. Our armor and technological goods were no good, so we had to discard them. We gave into our primal instincts to survive. We hunted relentlessly, and hid in the trees or caves to slumber. I recalled a massive quake before we were put back into hibernation. The ground below my people shook and broke, and we were trapped underground. I thought we were finally done for.

   I awoke one day, of course, after the event that everyone referred to as the Lunar Impact. It was recorded to be over three thousand years after the quake that left me unconscious. I saw a boy that appeared to have a glowing black energy emitting from his hands. To this day, I thirst for his blood. I confronted him and he stood his ground with the help of that damned lucky magic. I left a scar on his face that will never fade from his body. Zartek cuts never depart. I have plenty under my fur that will never be revealed to anyone. I went to my people, and they seemed...happy that I arrived. They looked upon me like some form of god. I simply commanded them to calm their howls and barks and we continued our tribal lives. I never allowed progression in fear of what occurred the last time. Besides, with the Assassins of the South, especially the boy I mentioned; Serian...*growls*, there isn't much room for such progression until he is deceased.

   Some bits and pieces may not be within this story. Some are simply forgotten or should not be known to even my own people. This is a shameful thing of me, but to this very day I still infuse the greatest warriors of my tribe with the orb. I learned that these warriors can handle a light dosage of power, and this will be useful for my personal hunt. Until next we meet, Serian, you are safe from my claws while the pact remains.